Almost a Scandal (Reckless Brides Series #1)

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Elizabeth Essex

Almost a Scandal

Bold, brazen, and beautiful, the Reckless Brides refuse to play by society’s rules of courtship. But—come hell or high water—they always get their man…

For generations, the Kents have served proudly with the British Royal Navy. So when her younger brother refuses to report for duty, Sally Kent slips into a uniform and takes his place—at least until he comes to his senses. Boldly climbing aboard the Audacious, Sally is as able-bodied as any sailor there. But one man is making her feel tantalizingly aware of the full-bodied woman beneath her navy blues…

Dedicated to his ship, sworn to his duty—and distractingly gorgeous—Lieutenant David Colyear sees through Sally’s charade, and he’s furious. But he must admit she’s the best midshipman on board—and a woman who tempts him like no other. With his own secrets to hide and his career at stake, Col agrees to keep her on. But can the passion they hide survive the perils of a battle at sea? Soon, their love and devotion will be put to the test…

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PRAISE FOR ELIZABETH ESSEX

"Essex will have readers longing to set sail alongside her daring heroine and dashing hero. This wild ride of a high seas adventure/desire-in-disguise romance has it all: nonstop action, witty repartee and deft plotting. From the bow to the mast, from battles to ballrooms, Essex delivers another reckless bride and another read to remember."—Romantic Times on Almost a Scandal

"Elizabeth Essex will dazzle you with her sophisticated blend of vivid historical detail, exquisite characterization and delicious sexual tension. Almost a Scandal is a breath-taking tale of rapturous romance and awe-inspiring adventure!" —USA Today bestselling author Julianne MacLean

“Elizabeth Essex writes the perfect blend of fast-paced adventure and deliciously sexy romance. I couldn't put this book down! ALMOST A SCANDAL gets a place on my keeper shelf—I will read anything Elizabeth Essex writes!”—New York Times bestselling author Celeste Bradley

"The first book in the Reckless Brides Trilogy is a seafarer's delight. Col and Sally's high stakes adventure is fast-paced and fraught with peril. Well-timed humor punctuates the action and the use of frigate-speak adds authenticity to the shipboard dialog. The love story teases the reader at first, as Col and Sally struggle to conceal their attraction on board the Audacious. Then things turn desperate when the circumstances of war seem intent on driving them apart. A smartly written, emotional tempest."—Reader to Reader Reviews

“Elizabeth Essex has created a fascinating world peopled with fascinating characters. I didn't want this story to end and with the promise of more books in this series, it doesn't have to. ALMOST A SCANDAL is a joy to read.”—Fresh Fiction

“Ms. Essex delivers romance at its finest; adventure-packed, passion-filled and totally satisfying. Teeming with adventure, passion, sexual tension, secrets, scandal, witty banter, romance and love, this story is a delight and a definite keeper.” –Romance Junkies on Almost a Scandal

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ISBN-13: 9781250003799
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 7/31/2012
Series: Reckless Brides Series , #1
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Edition description: First Edition
Edition number: 1
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 230,409
Product dimensions: 4.00 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Elizabeth Essex is the acclaimed author of historical novels including The Pursuit of Pleasure and A Sense of Sin. When not re-reading Jane Austen, sipping tea or mucking about her garden, Elizabeth can be found at her computer, making up wonderful stories about people who live far more interesting lives than she. It wasn’t always so. Elizabeth graduated from Hollins College with a BA in Classical Studies and Art History, and then earned her MA from Texas A&M University in Nautical Archaeology, also known as the archaeology of shipwrecks.

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Chapter One

Portsmouth, England, Autumn 1805

It wasn’t the first time Sally Kent had donned a worn, hand-me-down uniform from one of her brothers’ sea chests, but it was the first time it had felt so completely, perfectly right. She had always been tall and spare, strong for a girl, but dressed in the uniform of His Majesty’s Royal Navy, she felt more than strong. She felt powerful.

Powerful enough to ignore the voice of conscience thundering in her ear, telling her she needed to stay quietly on land and learn to be a young lady. Powerful enough to face down the potential scandal. Powerful enough to abandon her younger brother to his chosen fate.

Because Richard had rejected all claims to duty and honor. He had forsaken his family. He wasn’t coming back.

That morning, the very morning he was to have worn his uniform and boarded His Majesty’s Ship Audacious with all the other candidates for midshipmen, he had disappeared, gone as if he had been swallowed whole by the heavy, obliterating rain.

Richard had left her, quite literally, holding his bag.

And she was going to use it. Sally closed her mind to the insistent guilt whispering in her ear, wrapped her breasts in cotton strapping, and put on every single piece of that uniform, from the faded blue midshipman’s coat and white breeches, down to the black buckled shoes. She ignored the hard pounding of her heart in her chest, jammed the dark beaver hat low over her eyes, and walked down the stairs and out of the inn. She swallowed her fear, crossed the wet cobbles, and took her brother’s place at the sally port on Portsmouth’s rain-drenched quay.

“Richard Kent?”

A lieutenant glared at her from under the dripping brim of his cocked hat. An irate lieutenant. He stood in the stern of a ship’s boat, impervious to the filthy weather and the rise and fall of the vessel tossing fitfully beneath him. The sharp vertical lines of the scowl between his dark brows could have scraped barnacles off a hull, but his low voice was incongruously smooth. “This is His Majesty’s Royal Navy, Kent. Not a damned church fete. We’re not going to issue you a bloody invitation.”

Sally pushed her voice downward. “Aye, sir,” she answered. “I’m Richard Kent.”

“I know,” he rumbled. “Now get in the bloody boat.”

Sally jerked her chin into her collar to hide beneath the dark brim of her hat. She would have known that deep, laconic voice anywhere, even over the pounding din of the rain.

David St. Vincent Colyear.

But would he know her?

He had been eighteen years old and on the verge of taking his lieutenant’s exam the last time she had seen him, the summer her brother Matthew had brought him home to Falmouth. Col, they had called him. Six years ago, he had been long and lean, but by God, clad in the endless fall of his gray sea cloak, he was a leviathan now. A great oaken mast of a man looming up from the waist of the small boat.

A man grown. A man whose jaw looked as sharp as an axe blade and whose piercing eyes, the color of green chalcedony stone, were just as hard and impenetrable.

“Well, Kent?” Col’s voice was low and dangerously soft—disconcerting in such a hard-looking man. “What’s it to be?”

There was no question. There hadn’t been any question since the very moment she had made her decision to tie the black silk stock around her neck and shrug herself into the loose folds of the blue coat.

She wasn’t going to waste another moment living quietly and learning to act like a decorous young lady. She wasn’t going to be left ashore like some half-pay junior officer. Useless.

She was going to act.

Sally looked beyond Col, to the ship riding low at anchor some half a mile beyond. His Majesty’s Ship Audacious, her thirty-six cannons hidden behind the closed gunports, called to Sally, even in the dirty weather of Portsmouth Harbor. She was a perfectly balanced frigate of war, trim, elegant, and sleek, her masts and spars soaring high above the deck—a vision of leashed, lethal power.

Unlike Richard, Sally would give anything to experience that power.

Here was her chance. And why shouldn’t she take Richard’s place?

“Aye, sir. I’ll come directly.”

“’At’s the way of it, Mr. Colyear.” The windburned tar at the gig’s oars knuckled his forehead to Col in approval as he reached to secure Richard’s sea chest—her sea chest—in the bow of the boat. “Them young gentlemen need firm talkin’ to, if they’re to become anythin’ more than loose cargo.”

“Thank you for your insight, Davies.” Col’s tone was the only thing in the boat that remained dry. “Get that dunnage stowed, and cast off as soon as may be. There’s more important work to be done this day than ferrying sniveling boys to their duty.”

Having divested himself of that cold piece of shrapnel, Lieutenant Colyear did not deign to speak to her again for the remainder of the time it took to row out to the frigate. He took his stance in the stern of the vessel and retreated into stony silence beneath the gray wall of his cloak, as if she were as inanimate and unimportant a piece of cargo as the sea chest.

Even standing with quiet balance in the stern, David Colyear was the farthest thing from inanimate she could conceive. His hands moved decisively on the tiller, and his body adjusted with an easy, innate grace to the haphazard perturbations of the boat beneath him.

And his eyes. Those glittering stony green eyes never stopped moving, never stopped roving over the harbor, evaluating the lay of a vessel’s waterline, calculating the weight of a gun, assessing the work left to be done.

Those sharp eyes cut to hers and caught her looking.

Sally shrank into herself like a startled turtle, hunching her shoulders to cover the embarrassed flush sneaking its way over her collar. She would give herself away faster than a sinking cannonball looking at him like that. Better to look forward, toward Audacious.

The frigate grew slowly in the gray murk of the downpour, until they were dwarfed by the loom of the hull and the complicated, orderly cobweb of spars and rigging dawning above them. Above toward heaven.

Her foolish, pounding heart tangled in her chest just at the sight of her. Infatuated, that’s what she was, the way any other nineteen-year-old girl would have been at the sight of a handsome man, instead of a warship.

But she wasn’t like other girls. She was a Kent, and to her this frigate, this warship, was more terribly beautiful than any man could ever be.

Because Kents were made for the sea. Almost from their birth, they had been marked for duty and devotion to the senior service. One after another, the men of her family, her four older brothers and countless cousins, had been formed, educated, and prepared for the navy. One after another, they had learned that devotion to honor, duty, and sacrifice were what made a Kent. One after another, they had left the rambling house overlooking Falmouth Bay and had made their way down to the harbor and to their destinies.

All but her.

And Richard. Stubborn, insistent, pious Richard. Richard who would rather read sermons and watch from his lofty, safe pulpit while other mortals sinned and fought and loved and truly lived.

Sally couldn’t help but twist back to look at the stone quay receding slowly in the distance, for one last attempt to make out his form.

There was no one. He simply had not come.

She swallowed the bitter heat of disappointment and disillusionment. So be it. She would not look back again. Sally blinked the rain out of her eyes and fixed her gaze forward, toward the future.

With every oar stroke that brought them nearer, the ragged pounding of her heart rose higher and higher, until the roar filled her ears. Until her pulse matched the incessant drumming of the rain against the surface of the water. Until it grew to a thunderous cascade of sound and sensation that obliterated all else, burning with a single euphoric flame.

She was going to do it. She was going to take Richard’s place. She was going aboard.

* * *

First Lieutenant David Colyear hauled himself onto the streaming deck to await the damned dithering boy’s appearance. And to cool the hot end of his normally slow temper, now burnt to a cinder by the dirty weather and the relentless responsibilities of fitting out the ship to his captain’s orders.

Luckily for them both, the boy managed to follow him with alacrity, clambering quickly through the port open at the waist of the ship, despite his too-big-looking shoes making his feet as awkward and ungainly as a seal’s flippers.

God help the sodden boy because he wouldn’t. Col’s friends and former shipmates, Owen and Matthew Kent, had written him to expect reticence and indifference from their weedy youngest brother, but not the near disobedience that had prompted Col, for their sakes alone, to fetch the boy from shore when he had finally shown up hours later than expected. He owed the Kents that much—to save the boy from himself—because they had done as much for him. They had been steadfast friends, and Col knew it had been through Captain Kent’s good offices that he had been recommended for and received his post on Audacious.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing, he might not do for such friends. Except further mollycoddle their reticent, recalcitrant baby brother.

“Let me advise you on two points, Mr. Kent.” He kept his tone low and his eyes on Kent’s face, to make damn sure the boy understood. “I discommoded myself to fetch you from the quay for your brothers’ and family’s sake, not yours, and now have served my debt to them. I will not do so again. Do not think to trade on your brothers’ or your father’s reputations with me. You will have to do the work of two men to ever equal one of your brothers in my eyes. And do not ever keep your captain, or your ship, waiting on you again. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

Young Kent unfolded himself into something approaching straight and tall—straighter and taller than Col had expected given such an unpromising beginning.

“Aye, Mr. Colyear. My apologies, sir. It won’t happen again.”

The frank, ready admission was another surprise. Funny, he had remembered Richard Kent as pale and bookish, his sullenness a cold contrast to the burning flame of his hair. But this boy had changed in the years since he had last seen him. His face had become more puckish, more like Matthew’s, with its broad cheekbones and wide gray eyes that ought to have looked sober, but somehow managed to appear mischievous.

This boy’s eyes were alight, if not with his brothers’ mischief, then with bright intelligence as he took in his surroundings. Perhaps there was more Kent in the boy than his brothers suspected after all.

It was cautiously promising. And it took much of the bluster out of his sails. “I’m glad we understand each other. See to it that it doesn’t. I will show you to the captain now.”

“No need to discommode yourself, sir. I know my way.”

“Do you? Pray precede me there immediately.”

The lad knuckled his dripping hat, and in a trice scrambled deftly down the aft ladder and across the main deck to the captain’s stern cabin.

Their captain, Sir Hugh McAlden, was an exacting leader, expecting diligence and strict adherence to his orders. Yet he never pushed his officers or men as hard as he pushed himself, and in doing so, had made a name for himself as an audacious and successful frigate captain at a relatively young age. Col knew he was lucky to serve under such a man, despite the heavy burden of his high expectations.

The scarlet-coated marine sentry, standing guard outside the bulkhead door, announced their entry. “Mr. Colyear and”—his gaze barely flicked over young Kent. All the marine saw was the midshipman’s uniform, telling him the boy was beneath his notice—“a young gentleman.”

Captain McAlden was working at his table in the gray light from the wide bow of the stern gallery windows. He wore the less formal, undress uniform of a post captain with seniority, his blue coat practical and unadorned by gold braid. Yet the lack of finery did not equate with a lack of ambition or acuity. Just the opposite. The man was as sharp and instinctively incisive as a shark.

Col came smartly to attention. “Compliments of the deck, sir, the new staysail jib has been bent on, and we now carry a full company of men, including our last young gentleman, just arrived.”

With his cool blue eyes and reserved demeanor, Captain McAlden had a reputation for being a cold man. But Col knew it was his decisive self-control, and steely determination that daunted lesser, less perceptive men.

The captain’s gaze cut quickly from Col to Kent, and then away and back, to hold for a long moment of consideration, as if he had just come to understand who the young gentleman was. He chipped the ice from his voice. “Was there some problem?”

The captain’s gaze stayed with Kent, and Col could hear the boy’s long inhalation, steadying himself to explain why he had been so damnably late to report for his duty.

Col spoke before Kent could answer. Though he had sworn not to, Col took pity on him. For his family’s sake. “No, sir.” He heard the words come out of his mouth with his usual calm, measured deliberation, though he felt anything but sure of what he was doing.

“Very good, Mr. Colyear. And the powder?”

“I’ve made the signal, and the barge is due to be alongside by six bells in the afternoon watch. I’ve also had tarpaulins rigged in anticipation, to keep the powder as dry as possible in this weather.”

“Well done. Let us hope the rain will abate. Thank you.” The captain returned his cool, probing gaze to the boy. “Mr. Kent, is it?”

The boy was smart enough to keep his answer brief and his eyes on the deck beams overhead. He nodded sharply in acknowledgment. “Captain, sir.”

Captain McAlden eyed young Kent closely, the way a cook might look at a fish lying on a bed of ice, searching out the whiff of rot. “You’ve the look of your father, all right. But a bit old for volunteer midshipman, aren’t you?”

The boy brought his gaze level with his captain. No shrinking, no flinching. Good. “Fifteen, sir.”

“Most of my young gentlemen come aboard when they’re twelve or thirteen. Your father’s left it a bit late. Not like him.”

“He wanted me to finish my studies, sir.”

Actually, Col knew from Matthew Kent’s letter that Captain Kent and Richard had been arguing for years about the boy taking his place, ever since Richard had first declared his ambition to take holy orders. The whole family had taken sides, and needless to say, family opinion had not erred on the side of the church. Matthew, Owen, and Dominic Kent had been scathing in their description of what they saw as their youngest brother’s shocking lack of enthusiasm for the navy. Richard had been the one to insist upon his precious schooling.

The captain considered Kent for another long moment before he checked his gaze over to Col, to see if he had anything pertinent to add. Col gave the captain a small shake of his head in negation. He wasn’t going to be the one to spill any Kent family secrets.

“I’m sure book learning has its place—and you’ll get plenty of schooling and study here as well,” Captain McAlden continued. “But what a young man needs in order to undertake this profession is experience. And that’s what you’ll get, and plenty of it.”

The captain looked down at the papers on his desk for a moment before he spoke again. “I had the honor of being asked by your father to put your name on my ships’ books to reserve a place for you some time ago. What, if I may ask, made you finally resign your ambitions to the sea, Mr. Kent?”

“Family tradition, sir. I expect I’ll come to like it.”

“Like it?” Captain McAlden’s voice subsided into an amused growl. “A man who will go to sea for his pleasure will go to hell for his pastime! We none of us have to like it, Mr. Kent, we just have to endure it.”

The boy managed to reef down his smile, but he made no sound, although his intelligent gray eyes were dancing with laughter.

“Family tradition and service aside,” the captain continued in a more serious vein, “I’ll warn you, you’ll get no special treatment here. In fact, as the son of Captain Alexander Kent, more will be expected of you. Your father is held in great esteem by all who know him—everyone from me and the Lords of the Admiralty, down to the larboard gunners. He’s a damn useful man with a frigate. One of the best.” He pinned Kent with a slow, penetrating stare. “I’ll expect you to be useful as well. On a frigate of war every man must have several stations, and I will expect you to learn them all. I’ll make you a credit to your father, whether you will it or not. No easy task, as you look a pretty, soft sort of boy.”

Col nearly smiled. As it was, he was obliged to look out the stern gallery at the rain, and swallow hard to keep down the laugh that threatened to rise in his throat. His memories of the youngest Kent, along with Matthew’s letters, had put him in expectation of a reedy, whining sort of boy. The specimen in front of them was lean, straight, and unflinching in comparison to what Col had expected. But, he had to admit, with his mischievous urchin’s face, he was a pretty sort of boy.

Captain McAlden leveled his last instruction at Kent. “I advise you to put any thought but that of the strictest obedience from your brain, and turn yourself diligently to this profession. Your father has entrusted your training into my care, and I mean to make both a sailor and a man out of you.”

Something that could not possibly dare be a smile floated across the boy’s wide mouth.

“I will apply myself with all diligence, sir.”

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